It seems to me this world is strange
From ocean’s edge to mountain range
With valleys lower than the sea
And plains as far as eyes can see.
A land of forests, hills with ruins
Lakes, rivers, streams and desert dunes
A coastline full of coves and bays
With swamps and marshes in a maze,
Mass spectacles of God’s delights
This place of dreams and hope incites
Such passion in her people here
They shall not dare to live in fear !
The winds of change bring no relief
At times they’re cruel, not often brief
What is it that we’re meant to learn
Or how address our next concern ?
Our nation flounders all alone
For what great sin must we atone,
The sadness of our lives may be
That we remain no longer free !
I haven’t seen a cowboy of late upon the scene
There are no cowboy idols as cool as Steve McQueen
There used to be Gene Autry his horse was Champion
Or what about Hopalong with Topper on the run ?
Dale Evans rode Buttermilk, they were the best of buds
While Roy was fond of Trigger along with other studs
Silver was so beautiful, Lone Ranger was top gun
Jay Silverheels on Scout played Tonto, Mohawk “injun”.
If there’s a cowboy heaven full of remembering
I’d love to be a cowgirl, I just refuse to sing !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 